Martial arts become gods

Chapter 692 The Power of the Contract
At this time, Mo Xian and Kong Ling had already approached Wei Tian, ​​and the energy in their meridians was already boiling, ready to give Wei Tian a fatal blow at any time.

"waste!"

Wei Tian cursed in a low voice, now that the critical moment has come, he can't stop at all, otherwise his success may fall short, so he can only pin his hopes on Yong.

A vague wave rippled away from him, and then the unknown creatures around him suddenly froze for a moment, and then exploded one after another, turning into streaks of jet-black mist and rushing towards Yong, smashing the rock that was about to punch down. Shocked away.

"Great!"

Yong, who was already desperate, was overjoyed immediately, opened his mouth wide, and greedily sucked in the black mist in an instant.

"Roar!"

The next moment, he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, his body suddenly began to swell, and in the blink of an eye, it became tens of meters in size, almost reaching the top of the hall.

"Haha...power, this is the power I want!" He roared loudly, endless black energy spread around him, making him look like a huge demon god.

Mo Xian's complexion changed, he instinctively sensed that time was running out, otherwise Wei Tian would not be able to do such a thing that consumed his energy.

"Stop them, I'll give you even more strength after it's done!" Wei Tian yelled, his body retreated violently at the same time, and with a lift of his arm, a faint black line poured into the black cocoon in the ground.

"Go away!" Yong roared, the voice seemed to shake the hall, and at the same time, he waved his hand and slapped Mo Xian.

Yong's palm became bigger by countless times, and the gust of wind brought out was like a knife, blowing the whole body of Mo Xian and Kong Ling into pain.

Under this kind of strength, they had no choice but to temporarily avoid the edge and retreat.

After the two retreated, a relatively tall black figure rushed up. In his hand was an ancient knight's spear.

"Keng!"

The heavy spear hit Yong's palm, and sparks flew everywhere.

The puppet knight pressed his feet firmly against the ground, and his figure slowly moved backwards, leaving a heavy gully on the ground.

"Get out!" Yong roared, and his arm suddenly exerted force, directly sending the puppet knight flying. The latter thrust his spear into the ground, but still hit the wall.

Mo Xian's pupils shrank a little. The puppet knight's current strength can be said to be not much worse than that of the king of martial arts, and he was so easily shot away.

"Haha...you all have to die!" Yong laughed grimly, slowly raised one foot, and then slammed it heavily on Mo Xian.

Mo Xian suddenly felt that his body became extremely heavy, as if it was filled with lead. He desperately pushed Kong Ling aside, but he was covered by the huge soles of his feet, and he couldn't avoid it.

"Die!" Yong shouted, stamping the sole of his foot heavily.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, the entire hall seemed to shake, raising dense smoke and dust.

"Mo Xian..." Kong Ling's complexion turned pale in an instant. With such strength, Mo Xian would definitely be trampled to pieces.

But Yong's expression was very strange. He clearly noticed that the sole of his foot did not fall completely, as if stuck on a thorn, which made him very uncomfortable.

After the dust settled, his feet were slowly revealed, and it really wasn't completely down.

Kong Ling followed the trend and almost exclaimed.

I saw that under the huge soles, there was a tall figure at some time, which was naturally Yan.

He was dragging the soles of Yong's feet firmly with both hands, his tall figure seemed to be shortened by a section, and there was a crunching sound from his whole body.

"Go!" Yan said with difficulty.

It was only then that Mo Xian discovered that it was actually Yan who helped him block the blow. While he was grateful, he stepped out without any hesitation.

After leaping high, the bone sword emerged from his palm, and the bone sword, reflecting pale light, slashed at Yong's leg without hesitation.

Yong's current defensive power can be called abnormal, and perhaps only the bone sword can damage him.

Kong Ling also seized the opportunity, and formed a mysterious imprint with both hands, and the thick yuan power instantly gathered into a complex light imprint.

As soon as the light was printed, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped a lot, and there were even goose-feather-like snowflakes in the air.

"Keng!"

At this time, the bone sword in Mo Xian's hand had already slashed on Yong's leg, sparks flew all over the place, but only left a faint trace, and his figure was shaken backwards by the huge counter-shock force out.

Immediately afterwards, the light seal that Kong Ling cast hit Yong's legs, and the icy cold air swept out instantly, covering Yong's whole body with a layer of faint frost, as if it was together with his body. frozen.

"Crack!"

However, before everyone could be happy, there were bursts of clicking sounds on Yong's body, and the frost broke in an instant, and his feet slammed down again.

"Crack!"

Amid the faint sound of bone brittleness, Yan's figure suddenly fell down, and at the same time, a stream of beige blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Haha, it's as easy as trampling an ant to death if I trample you to death now!" Yong laughed wildly, and at the same time, the foot pressing on the rock kept rolling, as if he was really trampling an ant .

Yan spewed blood one mouthful after another, and his body snapped, as if it might break at any moment.

Mo Xian's face turned cold, and when he was about to attack, Yan shouted: "Let me do it myself!"

"Hmph, it's up to you!" Yong laughed grimly, and the soles of his feet moved more violently.

"Drink!" Yong roared, and the blood flow in his body instantly accelerated. At this time, some ancient blood seemed to be fully awakened, and it was completely galloping. In his body, it seemed that some kind of ancient murderer was roaring.

At the same time, the imprint of the contract in his hand suddenly emerged, shining with a rich golden light.

Thick power ripples spread out from his body, and immediately after, Yan's feet were slowly lifted up.

"Drink!" Yan roared again, his hunched figure instantly straightened up, and then he forcibly lifted up the Yongshanfeng-like body, and slammed it heavily to the other side.

"boom!"

The mountainside was shaken for a moment, and the entire hall collapsed immediately. Fortunately, it was not too deep here, so everyone was not buried.

"Whew..." Yan panted violently, and the veins on his body seemed to be bursting, and they kept moving.

"What a terrifying power!" The faces of Mo Xian, Kong Ling and Sun Yong were shocked. It was unexpected that Yan's power could be so terrifying after signing the contract.

If it is purely a competition of strength, there is probably no one here who will be his opponent.

But also, because of the excessive pressure, Yan himself may have been injured by the shock now.

However, he didn't stay longer, but rushed out suddenly, his figure climbed along Yong's body, and climbed onto Yong's chest.

As a fellow clan, he is very aware of Yong's weakness.

They are a very strange family. Even if the heart is injured, they will not die, but if the power center in the body is destroyed, they will lose their power.

"Bang!" Yan punched Yong's chest fiercely, and debris flew across.

(End of this chapter)